“You don’t know what you want, Levi,” I say, my jaw so tight that it feels like my entire body is aching with it. I gesture outward down the beach with my arm. “You’ve just lived half your life on everyone else’s terms. You started writing that New York manuscript because some college kids made fun of you. You stayed in a relationship for years to stick to Kelly’s plan. You let Annie scare you out of looking at me when we were kids. Don’t stand there and tell me what you want, because I don’t think you have a clue.”
